While you were perimeterizing
I was off being nowhere
Shimmering with neglect
Like this backlit praise
That other light
Must represent despair
Which raises us up by what powers
What powers, what powers
To which we will not grow
Feeling stops to form a focus
Stunned by our shapelessness
Need turns to broken song.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment